Hush big Brother 4
"Who are you?" Melissa had small Cassidy in her grip as soon as she realized the man that had entered their room wasn't their father at all.
He had a facial structure that resembled the boy's face on Almost a Superstar,the Kendall Knight boy, but his eyes were a dark hazel, and his far was a little lighter. He's body was thin and weak-looking, but with his large stone knife and pick in grabbing reach on his other side, he was obviously dangerous. He held the knife up to the point where that, if he swung down fast enough, he could take out the three-year-old and injure the thirteen-year-old gripping her in an attempt to protect her.
"You're father will be very late coming in," the man spoke, voice low, demanding, and tight, "all three of you get on the floor on your stomachs. Now. You move, and I will split the back of your heads open. You speak or scream, I will kill you slowly and painfully. You three do exactly as I say, and you live one more day. Understand?"
And none of three replied, just got down on their stomachs, tears of fear, anger, and confusion pushing from all three of their eyes.
Danny Sullivan was furious.
No, he was beyond furious. He was ready to go murder everyone in the universe if that's what it took to get back to his three little girls.
My fault...he thought in a snarl as he fought hard against his constaints that held him to a chair by the wrists, ankles, and neck, you damn fool, this is your fault!
Somewhere in the back of mind where sanity and logic hide, he knew it wasn't, but that thought wasn't brought up as he fought to get free. He'd been heading home from work and nothing more, and that wasn't his fault, working to live. That was what people did to surrvive with families, of course.
But people didn't normally get kidnapped and constrained when doing so.
*Flashback*
He didn't have his gaurd up.
Why would he?
He had his mind on diner for himself and his three daughters, and he had his mind on the bills and what he had to do the next day for his job resuing people from the mountain when need be. The past three weeks, things had been pretty uneventful, allowing him to relax a little on job as he filed claims and did various paperwork jobs, checking people into the mountain resort, things of that sort.
It actually took him a minute to realize he'd been tackled out of seemingly nowhere from the side.
The side of his face drove deep into the freezing snow, which brought him back into reality with a jerk. His eyes were wide with shock, his mind struggling to keep up with what was going on and what was now happened/what was about to happen as his wrists were bound behind his back, crossed with a sharp yank, and the same happened to his ankles, only they (thankfully) weren't now being his back. He felt his knees be constrained with what looked like a leather strap, and he gasped in air, since he couldn't breathe well when his mouth and nose were filled with snow powder, as he was rolled onto something solid.
*Flashback time shift*
Apparently he'd blacked out, because when he woke up, he was tied to a wooden chair.
His knees were still together with the leather strap, and his ankles were bound together and to the legs of the chair, which was awkward and quite uncomfortable. His wrists were bound behind his head, (also highly uncomfortable,) and his neck was tied with that rope back as well. His middle was strapped to the back of the chair, so he was quite securely bound.
"What the hell?" he slurred out, and then he caught sight of his abducter.
Dark hazel eyes, slightly lighter than dirty blonde/brown hair, and a evil smirk on his somehow attractive face, "Hello, Daniel Sullivan." ]
"How do you know my name?" he demanded, instantly enraged and starting to struggle before a pistol was pressed sharply into his chest.
"Oh, a person I know here, and phone call there, a couple of video cameras..." he shrugged with the smirk still on his face, "now, listen to me Daniel. How this is going to work is simple to follow, so don't try to make it more complicated than it already is. You will do what I say, and you will not die. Do not try to outsmart me, for I know all about you. Understand?"
"Damn you," the constrained man replied, "where are my children?"
"They are still at home, unaware of your whereabouts. I will know go pay them a visit, and I do believe it is wise if you wait patiently for me. If you try for escape, it is rest assured you will die. Do you understand me, Daniel?"
Throat dry, he replied lowly and bitterly in a voice beyond hatred and rage, "Yes."
"Good man," his abducter rose and set down the gun carefully on a shelf well out of arm's reach of the other, "I have a feeling we can get along quite well."
*End flashback*
His attempts of his escape were failed, anyway. All he'd ended up doing was exhaust himself, and he sagged down, panting heavily, throat raw from growls and screams, muscles and bones aching from thrashing.
"I promise I'll come home, girls..." he moaned, "I promise...I'll live..."
"James..." Kendall began this as delicately as he could without dancing around the point too much, "is Claire your sister?"
The cameral-brown haired twelve year old looked up in surprise, and while his face showed innocence and confusion, his eyes showed horror and secrets beginning to unravel in his mind, "What? No, she's my-"
"Don't lie to me. I can see it your eyes," the blonde kept his voice as steady he took a catious step forward, trying to tuck away the feelings of slight betrayment and hurt feelings of never being told, the question still lingering in his mind as to whether or not he was truly trusted by one of his best friends.
The newly-turned twelve year old dropped his gaze and mumbled, "I don't know...how did...?"
"I overheard Claire talking to Katie," he replied, taking a few steps closer, "why didn't you tell me, James?"
"I didn't...I just...things were too hectic," he was obviously struggling to find any excuse he could when he had nowhere to hide his secret that was now wide-open.
"I told you about my father and my mother, about what Katie and I have been through,"
"But you didn't tell me or Carlos and Logan until you were already in deep,"
"So are you implying that you are, too? I'm going to ask you two questions, and if you are really my friend, you will answer them without excuses or lies to cover up these secrets you've been keeping. Is Claire your sister, and where is Emily?"
The two were standing right in front of each other now, and James was keeping his gaze down to his feet. He had the rag he'd been cleaning the kitchen with closed in a slightly shaking, sweaty fist at his side, which matched his other empty fist on his other side. A few tense, endless minutes passed between the two brother-figures of silence.
Kendall was just about to speak again when the other burst out, "Yes...and I don't know...where Emily is...damn it, it's all my fault...are you happy now, Knight?!"
As soon as he'd burst that out, he ran out of the kitchen, through the living room, threw open the apartment door, and ran out of the apartment, not slowing down once.
"Where Jamie go?" Claire her best friend curiously, and the two of them peered outside of his room, their eyes scanning the living room. Katie gasped and gave away the fact they were about to spy/eavesdrop the second she saw her brother on the couch, face pressed into his open palms, shaking with distress and sobs.
"Kenny...Kenny, what's wrong?" the six-year-old sat beside her big brother, taking his chin in two fingers and tilted it up to look at her. Tears slipped down his red face as he looked at her for a moment before shaking his head, turning his back to her and hiding his eyes in a red throwpillow.
Claire watched silently as her best friend shook her head, worry lining her face and eyes as she laid beside him on the couch, fitting pretty perfectly with her small frame. After a few minutes of him sobbing silently in the pillow, she put her hand on his lower back, stroking lightly for comfort. He tensed up a moment before turning his face to look at her with puffy light brown-hazel eyes, sniffling once openly and sitting up, balancing with one hand as she sat up herself beside him.
He sniffled again, shifting to sit back on the armrest of the couch as she crawled into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her face in his chest as he buried his face in her hair. He was still trembling a bit noiselessly as she patted his back gently, rubbing his lower back occasional and mumbling words of comfort the other six-year-old couldn't make out.
Sighing softly to herself from where she was still standing in the doorway, she made her way to the kitchen in hopes of finding her other old brother but to no avail. Frowning deeper, she suddenly noticed the wide-open door and went wide-eyed.
"Jaime?" this had happened once before...she had a good feeling where her sibling was.
If Kendall and Katie noticed, they didn't show it as Claire rushed out of the apartment door herself.
He was slightly amused with himself.
It had been easy. Almost childishly easy, like tying a shoe easy. All it was a matter of stealth and timing on his part to capture the tempermental Daniel Sullivan, and his daughters were so young, they were easy to control.
This would be easy, but he was going to make sure it wasn't boring, having this family of four under his power.
He knew the most about the middle daughter, the one that wasn't really Daniel's daughter. (By birth, anyway.) She was James Maslow's 'little sister', and he knew James Maslow from Kendall Knight.
And he knew Kendall Knight from his brother, his brother who abused Kendall and his little sister, Katie Knight, his brother who distanced himself in his insanity he'd been captured by after murdering his wife, his brother who committed suicide after capturing and abusing his children and their friends.
Carson Jones was now dead because of his children...
And now Henry Jones wanted revenge.
And what better way to do it than capturing James Maslow, his best friend, and eventaully his other two best friends?
To do that, he was going to capture James' 'little sister' and her family. That would lead James and possibly his other little sister to them, which would lead Kendall and Katie to find them.
And then the real fun would begin.
Author Note: I deeply aplogize for the long update wait...I went into, like, Hunger Games obsess mode for a while there. But I'm BACK, BABY! Expect updates to be more frequent, but since I'm in school, they won't be constant. But I will do my best while juggling other unfinished stories, I promise :)
Reviews always help! :D
P.S. By that last line, I promise I am not some kind of crazy sicko. Henry Jones is, and I was centricing on him a little, so...yeah :D